An Archaeo-illogical Report

Day 26 of GloPoWriMo invites one to  depict an archaeologist of the future’s analysis of something he discovered in our world. I think what follows is an accurate reflection of the way their minds operate in general.

Them All 

Our diggings have unearthed a hall
Quite perfectly preserved,
On many shelves our sensors fall
For study well deserved,
Variety of artefacts
Is quite incredible,
And indicate some secret pacts
With things inedible. 

Conclusion has to be ‘Them All’
(For thus it is transcribed)
Is what some past race used to call
The gods to which subscribed,
Thus all the strange things here displayed
And placed upon these planks
Were offerings to these gods they made
So as to offer thanks. 

They could not be of use to them;
The builders then would be,
Intelligence with carbon stem:
Perceptors indicate a few
Were actually not grown,
Which indicates some beings who
Kinetic skills have shown.

© April 2017 Colonialist
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Currently Deprived, and Exploring Space

GloPoWriMo Lament

How sad it is that it should be,
For catching up with poetry,
To meet, this month, the thirty spot,
The chances, now, are not so hot. 

For yesterday, entirely,
We lost our electricity;
And when with pen I have to jot
A poem, well, I can do not! 

So now I will just have to see
What can be churned out speedily;
I am behind an awful lot
Will writing now end in a blot? 


For Day Twenty-Five of GloPoWriMo one faces dealing with spaces. A box was suggested, but it has to be small, definite, and meaningful to me. I think this qualifies.

Exploring Space


A swap done as a little boy
With cousin, for unwanted toy,
Gave me a box of many tricks,
With sliding secret panels, for
To open; and I made false floor;
There many memories I store,
Like silver card-case filled with pix. 

Puff-adder fang youll also find,
And my first watch, which will not wind,
(The Heads Dad flew to, without me,
And bribed me with it, for, tis true
Twas school time when that flight he flew,
And take me with him would not do,
But I opposed vehemently.) 

Some medals inside there remain,
My first dog-whistle on a chain,
Harmonica minute in size,
And lens for microscope packed there,
Together with a note-book, where
Find codes and drawings penned with care;
Small diary provides surprise. 

As can be seen, there are several unlisted items. I also forgot to open the false bottom, so the contents are still there.

© April 2017 Colonialist
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Marginally Really Awful

The prompt for Day Twenty-Four of GloPoWriMo is, entertainingly:

Marginalia of medieval manuscripts

Can run from the bizarre to the obscene,

The production of such work by cloistered nondescripts

Show minds that go where they have never been!

They do like to have strange animals ride stranger ones,

And rabbits cutting people into bits,

Anatomically they venture forth where danger runs,

Depicting things that send prudes into fits,

But they hope nobody much is going to notice them,

And are too busy making out each word,

While the ones who spot a naughty rabbit show, ‘tis them

Who will conjecture, ‘Cannot be; absurd!’

Some are cute: it could be that the artist Tenniel

Found inspiration in these drawings clear,

There must be a source of insight quite perennial

For Jabberwock or March Hare to appear.

© April 2017 Colonialist
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Legs Eleven


The GloPoWriMo Day 23 prompt requires an Elevensie, which has a set number of words on each of five lines, with the following objectives:

1 (1 Word)  A thought, an object, a colour, a smell or the like
2 (2 Words)  What does the word from the first row do?
3 (3 Words)  Where or how is the word of row 1?
4 (4 Words)  What do you mean?
5 (1 Word) Conclusion: What results from all this? What is the outcome?


My two attempts:



Poetic numeracy

Eleven reach progressively

Now count ten be




Emotional immensity

Worshipping mythical entity

Producing quite fanatical propensity


© April 2017 Colonialist
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Upwardly Mobile Wordle


The stone may sigh directions; listen and follow,

Reach with one nail to scrape past turn;

Taste success past  a barrier beaten hollow;

On trunk feel breeze; now for next climb yearn.

© April 2017 Colonialist
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Really Awfully Clean Vegetables

The Day Twenty-Two GloPoWriMo  prompt: ‘In honor of Earth Day, I’d like to challenge you to write a georgic …  Your Georgic could be a simple set of instructions on how to grow or care for something …’

For going green
An excellent scene
Is to go and take a bath …
Not to get clean,
For what you would mean
Is to place it, off the path,
Near kitchen door —
Getting dirty, more! —
For you’d fill it full of sand;
Compost galore
Mixed with that you’d store,
Prop it so that it will stand,
Then take some seed;
All the kinds you need;
And plant it under the ground,
Keep free of weed,
And soon you will feed
On the plants there will be found;
Lettuce does fine,
Carrots in a line,
It’s amazing maize will grow;
You can combine
Things on which to dine
More than I can ever show!

© April 2017 Colonialist
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Not a Toilet Bond or a Loo Seal


You picked a fine time to leave me, loose heel!


(Thanks to a recent CD acquisition at the local Car Boot, I had this song in my mind, thought of the pun, and wished I had cartoon skills.  Anyway, I whipped the above one up using Google Images and a bit of treatment on Paint.)

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